Impulse Purchasing

Today I exercised considerable restraint in Target. I went in to purchase diapers, baby wipes, and that's it knowing full well they'd be overpriced at Harris Teeter (which was to be my final stop). Unfortunately, I got stuck walking behind one of those slow people who knows you're behind them and zig zags their path to make sure you don't walk ahead of them. I made a detour through the children's clothes. Of course, I had to see if they had any widdle pants that would fit a newborn. I bought a couple of pairs last week using the length/weight sizing on the tag, but they were too big. (I didn't want to buy the newborn size if he was going to grow out of it too soon.)

Anyhow, there was this cute little pair of newborn sized khaki pants (complete with faux zipper fly) with a matching zip-up knit hoodie sweater. The whole outfit would have set me back $15, which I don't think is an unreasonable price to pay to have a well-styled baby. I put it into my hand basket and continued in my quest, trying not to get distracted by colorful baby feeding paraphernilia. Got the diapers, wipes, and baby tub (which I forgot we needed) and made my way up to the cash register.

Something clicked in my head at that point. I think it was the fact that I was about to spend $38 on five items, two of which will be gone by next week. Plus, I didn't know how much the drycleaner was going to try to bamboozle me out of for hemming my pants. I put the outfit back, sullenly, and vowed to return one day with a vengeance.

Perhaps someday when the baby leaves the house more often than to just visit with the pediatrician he can wear big boy separates.